Do you think you could be still now?
The angst of the shadows become an eclipse through the cracked door.
All that encircles you grows into a barrier that can't be escaped.
You climb, just to fall again...again.
The pebbles on the ground are almost tasteless now.
Sinking further into the gravel in which your bed is now made.
There's no alleviationof your somniferous woe.
It's orthodox to you, living it every day.
Drifting off into a void.
Sleep now, and tomorrow will renew itself.